Blessed Are The Peacemakers
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“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God” (Matt. 5:9)
Dearest Daughters
Peace is not merely the absence of noise or conflict. It is the deep tranquility that comes when design is at work—as it is in art or music. Think of a choir where every voice blends, or a symphony where each instrument plays the same piece in tune. In this kind of design, no one is in one corner plunking out “Yankee Doodle” while someone else is singing a heartfelt “How Great Thou Art.” The notes, the rhythm, the harmonies—they come together as one. Design is peace.
Jesus said, “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God” (Matt. 5:9). This is not a small thing. To be called His children, to truly belong in His house forever, we must learn to make peace. We must walk into every circumstance asking ourselves, how can I bring peace?
I remember a time not long after I married your dad. He was working long hours and pouring himself into a music project for the community fair. I was home with two little ones, feeling weary, and sometimes anxious about how much he was gone. My frustration came out in little questions:
“What’s going on, honey?”
“Did you realize dinner’s getting cold?”
“Did it really take that long?”
Finally, I burst out, “This schedule isn’t sustainable. What’s going to happen when our kids are teenagers?”
Your dad just smiled at our toddlers and said, “Thankfully, that’s a long way off.” I didn’t yet understand times and seasons.
Later, I confided in my friend Angie. I expected commiseration, but she gave me wisdom instead. She said she used to feel the same way when her husband came home tired and distracted. She would pepper him with questions, hoping to draw him out, but it only pushed him further away. Then she said God showed her: “Make an environment of peace when he comes home. Don’t add to the anxiety.”
So she started with small things—quieting the house, preparing a favorite snack, settling the children so they could have story time with Daddy, offering a shoulder rub. She said, “When peace came in, everything I longed for in the relationship began to grow. My own anxiety had been excluding me. Peace drew me in.”
That conversation changed me. I began to make every effort to create a home where peace could rest—not because I wanted to pretend everything was always fine, but because I wanted to be a blessed peacemaker, a true daughter of God. I wanted Daddy to long to come home, because it was home. A haven. A sanctuary.
That made all the difference. And guess what? In the seasons that followed, including your teenage years, there has always been time and grace for the right balance of relationships and tasks in our home. And through it all, I also learned something else: wherever there is strife and anxiety, God does not speak. His voice is heard in the stillness of peace.
The apostle Paul writes, “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control . . . . If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another” (Gal. 5:22–26).
Recognizing the times and seasons, honoring the order of relationships—this brings peace. And peace brings the Father into the home.
So I ask you: let His peace first settle deep within your own hearts, and then let it spill outward into your homes and relationships. Remember, the Father’s song is always being played; our part is to find the rhythm, to fit into the notes, and to live in tune with Him. In this harmony, you will be true peacemakers, and you will know the blessing of being called His beloved children.
With all my love,
Mom
